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Post by The Flint on Jul 16, 2009 17:20:28 GMT -5
Talyn gestured, and the men heave the barrel forward, letting the pitch come pouring into the room like a black sticky wave.
"Back across, quickly now!" He yelled. He was the last one across, and than he tossed a torch into the thick pitch.
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Post by The Smith on Jul 16, 2009 17:30:04 GMT -5
The burning and screaming lasted a long time before silence and darkness returned. As the smoke cleared there was no longer a dark barried, and the room could be made out hazily through the thick smoke.
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Post by The Flint on Jul 16, 2009 17:31:30 GMT -5
Talyn entered, the men close behind, and sifted through the ashes, looking for... some evidence that he was not mad but had seen and heard what he thought he'd heard.
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Post by The Smith on Jul 16, 2009 17:34:36 GMT -5
All that covered the floor were thick black ash. But everyone felt uncomfortable in the room.
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Post by The Flint on Jul 16, 2009 17:35:50 GMT -5
Talyn grunted...
"You say nothing of what you saw here today. To anyone. Do you understand me? Absolutely nothing."
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Post by The Smith on Jul 16, 2009 17:37:50 GMT -5
The men nodded solemnly.
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Post by The Flint on Jul 16, 2009 19:05:33 GMT -5
Contented that whatever had been here was gone, Talyn led the men back up to the surface, careful to avoid the sweeping of the tide as it came in on its cycle.
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Post by The Smith on Jul 16, 2009 19:15:11 GMT -5
There is nothing else of interest on the small island, and he can return home at will.
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Hope you all are well and happy.